Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 637 Are You Ready to Go to Siberia to Dig Potatoes?

Chapter 637 Are You Going to Siberia to Dig Potatoes?

"Infiltrate the Kremlin and obtain highly confidential documents."

"Take his records before Cobolt does. Bourbon should be familiar to you, based on the new information he provided."

"Cobolt is on his way, so you still have—"

"4 hours and 52 minutes for you to dive in."

"To save time, your teammates for this operation have already been deployed. They are Vermouth and McAllen."

"As a rule of thumb, if any member of your operational team is arrested or killed, the higher-ups will declare that they had no knowledge of the operation."

"This message will automatically be destroyed in five seconds."

"Good luck! Liquor!"

Baijiu hung up the phone and left the phone booth with his hands in his pockets.

Suddenly, he stopped and thought for a moment, wondering why there was no smoke coming out of the instrument this time.

"Is it an upgrade?" Baijiu muttered to himself.

"What are they saying over there?" asked Vermouth.

Baijiu looked heavy-hearted, with his hand against the tip of his nose: "We are going to enter the Kremlin."

McCarron leaned his head out the window and joked, "I thought you meant the Kremlin."

When McCarron saw that Baijiu didn't respond, he repeated, "I thought you were talking about the Kremlin."

Seeing that Baijiu still didn't respond, his expression instantly stiffened, his smile froze on his face, and he tilted his head: "Okay."

The next day, noon.

Moscow, inside the Kremlin.

Soldiers, rifles clenched in their arms, goose-stepped in the middle of the square.

Baijiu and Macallan entered through the gate wearing green military uniforms and carrying briefcases.

Baijiu looked calm and serious, but Macallan seemed particularly nervous.

His hands and feet were a little stiff, like a puppet without its strings.

In the square outside the Kremlin, Vermouth, wearing a black coat, let go of the red balloon in her hand and looked up into the distance.

There is a miniature camera attached to the bottom of the red balloon, which is responsible for observation. It can display the image and control the direction at the same time.

"It's so exciting..." McAllen's voice trembled a little.

"Come out to carry out the mission, and partner with you."

"It's my dream." Macallan's eyes flickered left and right, and he kept chattering: "And your disguise, by the way."

"It's amazing, it's exactly like him."

"It's a pity we didn't bring masks, the kind that..." McAllen half-closed his eyes and recalled in his mind: "Full masks."

"Most of the members in the organization who have code names have worn them, except for me, which is too——"

Baijiu stared at him with murderous eyes.

McCarron immediately lowered his head: "I'm sorry."

His voice gradually became softer: "I'm nervous. When I'm nervous, I like to nag..."

"Sorry, sorry." McCarron shook his head slightly: "I started again, cough cough! Shut up McCarron."

Vermouth stared at the screen of her mobile phone and controlled the direction of the balloon. She zoomed in the lens and observed towards the rooftop.

Baijiu and the others passed through security and walked forward with their bags in hand.

"Okay, seven security personnel," McCarron repeated in a low voice: "Security check machine, camera, metal detector."

"Just like we thought, we can handle it."

Vermouth controlled the balloon to stay in the exhaust vent on the top floor.

She said gently, "Get ready to launch. Three, two, one."

"boom!"

The balloon exploded automatically, and the instruments tied to the bottom fell deep down, sticking to the rusty and gray walls of the chimney.

"Get in the zone, get in the zone! Kremlin zone."

A Russian security guard saluted them. Baijiu looked at the military rank on his shoulder and saw that he was a major general.

The major general spoke in a magnetic and deep voice: "Comrade General, please stay. I am Major Yegorov."

"Please cooperate and show your ID."

Baijiu stopped and paused for a few seconds, then turned around slowly, walked towards him, and asked:

"Don't you even recognize the leader?" Baijiu threw the certificate on the table with dissatisfaction and tapped it with his fingers.

The security inspector flipped open the ID and checked it carefully for comparison. McAllen stood straight by because he didn't understand Russian.

"Stare!" He placed the ID card in the scanner and scanned it.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Baijiu, observing his expression. The large screen next to the scanner was flashing with a "buzzing" sound.

During the search, these three black fonts appear on the screen.

McCullen swallowed, took advantage of the major's blind spot, took out a card from his palm, and looked down at it.

Baijiu was also observing with his peripheral vision, and the progress was 86%.

"It's not found here." The major looked at the screen expressionlessly.

The card in Macallan's hand showed 100%. Baijiu was full of confidence and said to him majestically, showing off his authority:

"What's your attitude?" Baijiu asked coldly, "Is this how you treat your superiors?"

"Who are you showing your face to?"

Baijiu said calmly: "Now, try again."

"Private, Yegorov."

Baijiu and Macallan stared at him with kind eyes. After all, the identity verification was successful, so they felt more confident when speaking.

"Ding!" Identity verification on the screen was successful.

When the major saw Baijiu's message, his face turned green. He raised his hand high and looked up at Baijiu with admiration.

"I am very sorry! Dear Comrade General! It was my fault for not recognizing you in time!"

"You'll suffer for what you have done." McAllen spoke in plastic Russian, glaring at him fiercely: "Private Yegorov!"

Yegorov stared blankly at the two people walking away, and his mind began to imagine being in the cold Siberia.

Digging potatoes day and night.

Macallan's heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but tilt his head to share his joy with Baijiu: "You are really amazing, you can even guess this."

"How do you think I speak these two sentences in Russian? Are they standard?"

Baijiu smiled lightly: "I can only say that the major general was frightened by my identity, otherwise he would definitely be suspicious of your accent."

"Really?" McCarron said with a disappointed tone: "But I feel that overall, it went quite smoothly."

"Shut up." Baijiu kept communicating with him using ventriloquism.

Just as he finished speaking, five civilian staff members passed by them.

"Sorry." McAllen lowered his head to cover the brim of his hat.

In the simple and crowned hall, a baritone male voice full of epic historical colors sang the songs that were gripping.

Baijiu walked up the stairs, and the soldier who was still laughing a second ago saw the armband on his shoulder.

Immediately raised hands and saluted to show the highest respect.

They pushed open the door of a room and walked deeper into it.